Lyrics:

Well, I was over at my brother's
He said, I got something to do
I said now, yo motherfucker
I must be talkin' to you
And I went...

Oooooh yeah

I said then it got real scary
He just-a wouldn't turn it down
I said-a, lookin' out the window
Yo! your mutha must be brown
And I went...

Oooooh yeah

I just couldn't believe Esther, man
She just freaked out last night, oh yeah
Give her one too many, Christ
And listen to her shout
I said now, lookin' out on Sundays
Like they're Monday afternoon
You get really kinda funky
When you're lookin' for that groove
I said now, Sunday's after Monday
And I can't believe your grass, sugar
Shake it over backwards like you're
Shakin' your old ass

The weekend went real slowly
Yeah, a little give and little take
I said now up and down Lancaster
Night went ohhhhhh shake, shake

Oooooh yeah

MASTERSTROKE!
Oooooh yeah...